Chapter 804

Chen Wei, who was holding vegetables, immediately pricked up his ears. Does this depend on Jiang Chan's on-site pulse diagnosis?

Professor Qin blinked and smiled like a spring breeze on his face: "little cicada, what's the name coming? I heard Chen Wei's father say you are an excellent traditional Chinese medicine."

Jiang Chan said modestly, "the professor is flattered. Since the professor said so, I'll talk about what I just observed."

She put down her chopsticks and looked directly at Professor Qin's face. The table suddenly became silent. Chen's father and mother Chen Wei stared at Jiang Chan without blinking to see what she could say.

"Your complexion is a little yellow. I just touched your pulse. Your symptoms of bitter mouth should have been more than half a year? Have you felt more serious recently? Tossing and turning at night?"

Professor Qin paused. "Yes, there have been such symptoms in the past six months. In the last month, I feel like my mouth contains fish bile. There is no taste in anything I eat."

Jiang Chan reached out and pressed Professor Qin's right upper abdomen. Professor Qin snorted. Jiang Chan's face returned as usual: "do you feel that the right upper abdomen began to hurt recently and has been hurting here?"

Jiang Chan said and then pressed Professor Qin's right shoulder blade. Professor Qin took it completely: "yes, at present, the pain is not serious, but it hurts endlessly."

Father Chen was worried: "Oh, uncle Qin, just tell us if you are uncomfortable and let you run around like this. How sorry?"

"Little cicada, what is uncle Qin's symptom? Is it serious?" mother Chen was worried, and her face was full of anxiety.

Seeing that Chen's father and mother were worried and angry, Professor Qin was not worried. He slapped Chen's father: "since little cicada said it, it shouldn't be difficult for her."

"It's not difficult at present. Fortunately, it was found in time." Jiang Chan said positively: "Professor, if you have any discomfort in the future, go to the hospital for an examination. Don't always procrastinate."

"It's not difficult, little cicada. What's wrong with Uncle Qin? Do you want acupuncture or soup?"

"Bitter mouth is a kind of gall disease and a manifestation of chronic cholecystitis. It's not serious at present. I'll prescribe a prescription. You should have no problem if you take three pairs of traditional Chinese medicine."

Jiang Chan said and glanced at Chen Wei. Chen Wei had already found a pen and paper and respectfully put it in front of Jiang Chan. Jiang Chan did not shirk, but wrote down a prescription.

"This is the prescription. If you drink traditional Chinese medicine for a day tomorrow, Professor Qin, it is estimated that you will have a good sleep tomorrow night."

Jiang Chan pushed over the prescription. Mother Chen was impatient: "what are you waiting for tomorrow? I'll get the medicine now and let Uncle Chen drink it tonight. When I'm sick, where can I put it off until tomorrow?"

With that, mother Chen picked up her bag and went out of the door, leaving four people in the restaurant looking at each other.

Father Chen wiped his face: "Uncle Qin, I still feel sorry. You see, you are not feeling well. I also invited you to come. It's all right..."

Professor Qin waved his hand: "I didn't tell you in advance. Besides, didn't little cicada say it? It's not serious. Don't worry. My nephew and daughter-in-law didn't go to fill me with medicine? Don't worry. Little cicada's medical skills are so good that she can't cure me?"

"Yes, Dad, don't worry. The medical skill of little cicada is called this!" Chen Wei said and raised his thumb. "Recently, little cicada picked up a patient, and people came from the capital to seek medical treatment."

"You even know this?" Jiang Chan raised her eyes. She basically wouldn't say the patient's privacy. How did Chen Wei know?

"Of course I know. Don't you go to give him acupuncture every Wednesday and Sunday? We all see people coming to pick you up." Chen Wei took a chopstick of shredded pork and smiled heartlessly.

"You've been dragging the floor for a long time, haven't you? According to your medical skills, you shouldn't drag it so long." Chen Wei was curious and asked these questions.

"His situation is a little special, but he is much better now. According to my estimation, he will start rehabilitation after the Spring Festival. He can only rely on himself."

Concerning the patient's privacy, Jiang Chan said something evasively.

"Rehabilitation? He won't be bad, will he?" the scallop clamped on Chen Wei's chopsticks fell on the plate with a crash: "little cicada, can you even cure such a disease?"

"It's hard for me to be too detailed. He's really getting better. Forget it, professor. We'll study those professional terms later."

Jiang Chan simply pulled Professor Qin as a shield. Professor Qin smiled and spoke French according to Jiang Chan's meaning. They chattered on the table for a long time, leaving father Chen and Chen Wei alone and cold.

Father Chen knocked Chen Wei a chestnut: "don't inquire about other people's privacy, and don't say this in school."

"I know. Didn't I talk at home?"

Chen Wei covers his head. What should I do? More curious about that patient!

"In fact, I came here to help you. The other is that the son of a friend of mine came here for treatment. I just went to see his recovery."

Professor Qin said with a smile, which also reduced the psychological burden of father Chen.

"When your company is busy, I'll always go to see the boy before I go back to the capital." Professor Qin said and wiped his glasses: "he came out for a month or so. His mother was very worried about it."

"I'll go with you then. After all, it's uncle Qin's younger generation." father Chen said, and Professor Qin couldn't refuse at all.

"I came back. I went to the supermarket and bought raw oysters and cicadas. Have you seen all these?"

The door was opened, and mother Chen stood at the door with big bags and small bags.

Chen Wei and Jiang Chan ran over, and Chen's mother freed her hand.

Jiang Chan arranged the herbs on the kitchen counter: "bupleurum, gall, raw oysters, Pueraria... The materials are all ready. Do you have a casserole? I'll decoct the medicine."

Mother Chen rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a casserole: "I bought it before. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

Forty minutes later, Professor Qin placed a bowl of dark traditional Chinese medicine soup in front of him. Professor Qin looked as usual, but he couldn't help wrinkling his face when the medicine soup entered his mouth.

Although his mouth is bitter, the taste of this medicine soup is more bitter than that in his mouth.

"Tonight is the first dose of medicine. Professor, you should be able to have a safe sleep tonight."

Jiang Chan took back the medicine bowl. "In the future, the professor should avoid eating, don't eat spicy and greasy, and drink in moderation."